Post by Ratball Slade on Jan 19, 2022 14:03:34 GMT -5
Just then, as if on cue, Dr. Sarah Green’s door flies open and a square-jawed man in a black leather jacket enters the office.
Slade Castle: Doc, I know it’s not my scheduled day, but I really need some advice about my tag team partner…
Serrano shoots up to a seated position on the couch, locking eyes with one of the men he’ll go to war with in less than two weeks' time.
Serrano: You!
Castle stands there for a moment, completely surprised to see Serrano Poblano on his court-appointed therapist’s couch.
Slade Castle: What the fuck…?!
Dr. Sarah Green: Slade, please don’t overreact…
Slade Castle: You tryin’ to get dirt on me by visiting my damn therapist? Huh?! You fuckin’ fat sicko…
And just like that, Slade Castle charges into the room, intent on murdering Serrano Poblano with his bare fists before The Sultan of Spice can even get off his ass…
Dr. Sarah Green: Slade please calm down…
The doctors pleas make their way to deaf ears as Slade is already too enraged. Poblano is frozen with fear and uncertainty, not sure how to react as he had just put everything he had into his therapy session. Slade throws a quick right hook immediately knocking Poblano from the sofa and out cold. Slade begins pacing around the small office as Sarah checks on Serrano.
Dr. Sarah Green: He was here with an appointment! What the hell Slade? I thought I was clear when I said no more outbursts in my office?
Slade begins to breathe deeply, attempting to calm himself. Slade slowly approaches the couch Serrano is on and pulls the limp body off and takes a seat.
Slade Castle: I don’t give two shits why he was here. I got my own issues to deal with, and now I got this shithead to worry about. Listen, doc, something is wrong with my tag team partner, Julius. Something… changed…
Dr. Sarah Green: Well I hardly believe he could’ve possibly changed very much from when you won your half of the championships to now.
Slade shakes his head as he lowers his gaze to what would normally be the floor. This time however, all he can see is Serrano, which further irritates the man. He nudges Serrano with his foot but the Sultan of Spice continues to remain motionless.
Slade Castle: He’s different. I’m sure of it. Well, sometimes he’s different? I don’t know…
Dr. Sarah Green: Listen, Slade, why don’t you set up an appointment and we can talk about it when you haven’t just assaulted someone in my office. Hmm?
Slade looks a tad annoyed as he rolls his neck before begrudgingly accepting her conditions.
Slade Castle: Alright, I’ll be back. I am going to be taking this guy with me though.
Slade looks at Serrano then back to Sarah, almost like he’s looking for her approval. She throws her hands up completely at a loss for words. Slade takes that as somewhat of an agreement and begins to bind Serrano’s hands with the cord from a nearby lamp. Slade leans over and begins to try and pick Serrano up off the ground. Slade struggles with the first attempt as he drops Serrano and reaches for his back.
Slade Castle: Jesus Christ man! Lay off the goddamn burritos.
Slade lifts Serrano and begins to make his way toward the door when Sarah loudly clears her throat. Slade turns around to meet her gaze which immediately shifts to the camera on the table.
Dr. Sarah Green: That’s his. I’m sure he wouldn’t want you to forget it.
Slade rolls his eyes as he walks back over to the table and grabs the camera unaware that it is still rolling.
Slade Castle: Happy?
Sarah nods and turns her attention back to her notepad.
Slade makes his way out to a black car which he then stuffs Serrano into. Before closing the trunk, he throws the camera on top of him as well. While we can’t see what is happening, we can hear as Slade makes his way to the front of the car and gets in just before it starts and begins to take off. We are left with nothing but the muffled sound of some hard rock and metal music occasionally being accompanied by what can only assumably be Serrano's flatulence.
Right after Fallout XVIII (off camera)
Slade is walking backstage when he notices Julius is sitting alone in the corner of one of the locker rooms. Julius is holding his head, presumably in pain from the match they had just been a part of. This was Slade’s first assumption but from closer inspection however, something was off. Julius appeared to be muttering to himself under his breath.
Slade Castle: Hey, I know we aren’t on the best of terms but we’re still partners. Whatever your goin’ through, get your shit together. I just got news of what we’re doin next week.
Julius turns back to Slade and begins to retort in normal Julius fashion.
Julius Fairweather: Don’t worry about me, motherfucker. Worry about your damn…
Just as Julius was about to finish, something was different. Slade began to notice that his whole demeanor had changed from what he had previously known. For the first time, Julius was smiling at his unwanted partner.
Julius Fairweather: self… If we are to obliterate those pests next week then we should both be prepared to smother them like the rodents they are!
Slade Castle: What the hell? You alright my man?
Julius releases a boisterous laugh then looks back to Slade with gleeful violence in his eyes.
Julius Fairweather: Never better, Slade! Besides, I should be the one asking you! You always seem to enjoy choking the life from your opponents when I see you in the ring. I can see it in your eyes. Why you would question me seems very out of character and if I might add, very unbecoming of you.
Slade nods, playing along with this demented side of Julius.
Slade Castle: Right… well, I’m not exactly worried about the match or our opponents but… just be ready for anything.
Julius Fairweather: Oh, I’m more than ready. Brutalizing pitiful whimpering dogs with you has always been a secret desire of mine, Mr. Street Fighter.
Slade Castle: Right, well I’ll catch you around Fairweather…
Julius’s smile immediately dissipates as the name Fairweather leaves Slade’s lips.
Julius Foulweather: I’ll let it pass this once, but from now on I’d prefer if you call me by my chosen name. Julius… Foulweather.
A shiver goes down Slade’s spine as the ice from Julius’s words reach him.
Slade Castle: Right. See you around… Foulweather…
Slade takes his leave, confused by what he had just seen. As he walks away he can only wonder to himself.
Slade Castle: Who the hell was that?
A few days later in Slade’s safehouse
Slade is sitting alone in one of the rooms of his safehouse, throwing darts at pictures of the various roster members on Fallout excluding True Society. The only exception being one picture of Billy Bennet who has two darts sticking out of her eyes. Multiple roster members have barely been touched whereas a few are nearly unrecognizable. Earl Boyde - One or two, nothing vital. Jason Long - Very little of the picture remains. Elena - A single hole in the center of the head. Savannah - a much larger hole in the center of the head.
Slade Castle: What the hell was up with that…
Slade is quietly mumbling to himself while he reflects on his last few appearances on Fallout. His head has been distant from Project: Honor to say the least. He has lost more than he cares to admit. This mysterious figure has been most of what he can think about as of late.
Slade Castle: What happened to you Fairweather?
Slade continues to think aloud when he hears a knock on his warehouse door. Slade is startled as this place is meant to be unknown to anyone other than Jerry. Slade grabs the glock on the dresser next to him and checks to make sure it’s loaded before making his way upstairs. Slade comes up to the door and looks through a crack in one of the boarded up windows to see it is a woman in a white suit holding a white briefcase. Slade, far more confused, approaches the door and cracks it open holding the gun just out of view.
Slade Castle: Who the fuck are you?
Woman in White: Relax Mister Castle, I’m not here to hurt you. I only wish to gather some information.
Slade Castle: Yeah, well whatever knowledge it is you're looking to gain I suggest you look elsewhere. I don’t have anything to give.
The woman smiles and steps in the way of the door as Slade begins to close it. Slade stops before crushing her foot and opens the door the rest of the way, now blatantly presenting his gun.
Slade Castle: I also suggest you don’t try that again. Now I don’t care…
The woman interrupts Slade as he begins his tirade, not allowing him to snowball out of control.
Woman in White: You can put the firearm down Mister Castle, I come with an offer. We know you are in close contact with Julius, yes? I assume you noticed his shifted attitude as well. Well if you agree to help us we may be able to help you.
Slade pauses, unsure if he can trust the woman. He can tell she already knows more about him than she is letting on.
Slade Castle: And just how do you think you can help me, huh? What do I have to gain?
The woman smirks.
Woman in White: I understand you’ve been searching for a man. A man you know nothing about. Only that he has a vested interest in you. Ring any bells?
Slade glares at the woman. His hands begin to shake when he suddenly raises the gun to the woman's head.
Slade Castle: Okay, who the fuck are you?
The woman remains calm and reaches into a pocket of her suit. Slade jumps a bit, but she pauses reassuring him she means no harm. She pulls a blank white business card out with a phone number printed on one side.
Woman in White: Just consider giving us a call if you're serious about finding your mystery man. We feel this could be a mutually beneficial deal.
Slade looks down at the white card and stares at the number. It seems strangely familiar but also like something he shouldn’t know. When he looks back up the woman is already gone. Slade closes the door and looks down to the note once again.
Slade Castle: So you do exist, huh? Well it looks like I finally got my ticket to finding you.
Slade walks back into his hideout to continue reflecting on his recent losses.
Back to Serrano’s camera
The car comes to a stop and rests for a moment, letting the song that was playing end before the car is turned off. The light assaults the camera as Slade opens the trunk. Slade heaves Serrano back onto his shoulder and grabs the camera to bring both inside what appears to be an abandoned warehouse. Slade carries Serrano around to a side entrance which he opens with a rusted key. The padlock falls to the ground.
Slade Castle: Fuck… Whatever, I’ll get it later.
Slade makes his way inside where he takes a stairway to the basement where the walls and floors are all cement. The camera can’t pick up very much. It’s very dimly lit until he reaches the back room where he has a furnished kitchen. Slade sets the camera down on a corner counter where it can conveniently see everything happening in the room. Slade ties Serrano to a chair, each wrist to an armrest, and sits in a chair across from him. Serrano's head tilts back as Serrano begins to drool, still unconscious. Slade lightly slaps his captive, trying to wake him. Serrano continues to sleep to his dismay.
Slade Castle: Are you fuckin kidding me…
Slade stands up and unleashes a slap so hard the camera shakes. As Serrano’s chair begins to fall over, the Wrestling Chef finally begins to stir.
Serrano: …ugh… oh… it’s gonna burn… the poppers!!!
Serrano makes a solid thud as he hits the ground. Slade sits back down and looks at the toppled man.
Serrano: Oof, I’m gonna feel that in the morning… hey… wait… this isn’t my kitchen? Where am I? Oh…
Just as he realizes who is across from him, Slade picks up Serrano’s chair so that the two men may once again sit face to face.
Serrano: Wait a minute, weren't we in the therapist's office? What happened? No, you punched me! That was uncalled for man…
Slade Castle: Shut your damn mouth, Serrano. The only time I want you to open it is when I’m telling you to, got it?
Serrano nods in acknowledgement.
Slade Castle: Good. Now I want to know just why in the hell you were talking to the doc. Why are you going so far to dig up info on me? You working with him?
Serrano: Him? You mean Percy? Of course I’m… Ouch!
Slade kicks Serrano’s shin, interrupting the loose lipped man.
Slade Castle: Not Percival you dumb mother fucker. Him! Have you been working with him?!
Serrano looks around confused, not sure what to say or even if he should speak.
Serrano: You mean Larry… Ouch~! Stop that, it hurts man!
Slade kicks him in the shin again, now getting annoyed as he’s not getting the information he’s looking for.
Slade Castle: NO! NOT GODDAMN LARRY! HIM?!
Serrano: I don’t know who this ‘him’ is… I was just going to see a therapist my cousin recommended to me. You see, I have a lot of issues and… OW~OW~OW~OW~OW!
Slade now has a hold of one of Serrano's fingers, bending it much farther back than it was intended.
Slade Castle: I swear to god, I will snap this off if you say another word.
Slade looks around the room looking for something. He walks over to the kitchen drawers and begins to open them up. As he shuffles through them, he finds a hammer, and some metal chopsticks. Serrano begins to go from confused and scared to excited.
Serano: Oh! Are we gonna have some Asian Crab? That’s one of my favorites!
Slade Castle: Shut the fuck up!
Slade walks back over to Serrano.
Slade Castle: We ain’t eating shit till I know why you were at my fucking therapist. You see, when I was in the field we didn’t always have time for the sick fucks we were dealing with to just spill information. While it was never officially authorized… I found my own methods.
Slade holds one of the metal chopsticks to Serrano's knee. Initially Serrano is confused but his confusion quickly becomes terror as he see’s Slade lift the hammer above his head.
Slade Castle: You get one last chance… are you working with him?!
Serrano begins to cry, having given up on trying to convince Slade.
Serrano: I don’t know who that is man, c’mon please! Don’t do this! I just wanted to talk about my issues!
Slade begins to bring the hammer down, not happy with the answer. He hesitates. Something about Serrano's words are able to reach Slade before he could finish applying his devilish methods. Slade drops the hammer.
Slade Castle: I… I’m sorry Serrano. You just caught me at a bad time.
??: Bad time indeed. I was hoping to see you finish. What a shame.
Slade Castle: What in the…
Slade turns around when he is greeted by the sight of Julius Foulweather in the doorway of the kitchen. The shock causes him to release the hammer in his hand and it falls directly onto Serrano's toe. Serrano bites his lip trying to not attract more attention to himself.
Julius Foulweather: You seem surprised to see me, Slade? We are partners, aren’t we? Of course I know where your secret lair is. How could I not? Now then, shall I continue where you left off?
A wicked smile crosses Julius’s face as he begins to approach the two.
Slade Castle: Doc, I know it’s not my scheduled day, but I really need some advice about my tag team partner…
Serrano shoots up to a seated position on the couch, locking eyes with one of the men he’ll go to war with in less than two weeks' time.
Serrano: You!
Castle stands there for a moment, completely surprised to see Serrano Poblano on his court-appointed therapist’s couch.
Slade Castle: What the fuck…?!
Dr. Sarah Green: Slade, please don’t overreact…
Slade Castle: You tryin’ to get dirt on me by visiting my damn therapist? Huh?! You fuckin’ fat sicko…
And just like that, Slade Castle charges into the room, intent on murdering Serrano Poblano with his bare fists before The Sultan of Spice can even get off his ass…
Dr. Sarah Green: Slade please calm down…
The doctors pleas make their way to deaf ears as Slade is already too enraged. Poblano is frozen with fear and uncertainty, not sure how to react as he had just put everything he had into his therapy session. Slade throws a quick right hook immediately knocking Poblano from the sofa and out cold. Slade begins pacing around the small office as Sarah checks on Serrano.
Dr. Sarah Green: He was here with an appointment! What the hell Slade? I thought I was clear when I said no more outbursts in my office?
Slade begins to breathe deeply, attempting to calm himself. Slade slowly approaches the couch Serrano is on and pulls the limp body off and takes a seat.
Slade Castle: I don’t give two shits why he was here. I got my own issues to deal with, and now I got this shithead to worry about. Listen, doc, something is wrong with my tag team partner, Julius. Something… changed…
Dr. Sarah Green: Well I hardly believe he could’ve possibly changed very much from when you won your half of the championships to now.
Slade shakes his head as he lowers his gaze to what would normally be the floor. This time however, all he can see is Serrano, which further irritates the man. He nudges Serrano with his foot but the Sultan of Spice continues to remain motionless.
Slade Castle: He’s different. I’m sure of it. Well, sometimes he’s different? I don’t know…
Dr. Sarah Green: Listen, Slade, why don’t you set up an appointment and we can talk about it when you haven’t just assaulted someone in my office. Hmm?
Slade looks a tad annoyed as he rolls his neck before begrudgingly accepting her conditions.
Slade Castle: Alright, I’ll be back. I am going to be taking this guy with me though.
Slade looks at Serrano then back to Sarah, almost like he’s looking for her approval. She throws her hands up completely at a loss for words. Slade takes that as somewhat of an agreement and begins to bind Serrano’s hands with the cord from a nearby lamp. Slade leans over and begins to try and pick Serrano up off the ground. Slade struggles with the first attempt as he drops Serrano and reaches for his back.
Slade Castle: Jesus Christ man! Lay off the goddamn burritos.
Slade lifts Serrano and begins to make his way toward the door when Sarah loudly clears her throat. Slade turns around to meet her gaze which immediately shifts to the camera on the table.
Dr. Sarah Green: That’s his. I’m sure he wouldn’t want you to forget it.
Slade rolls his eyes as he walks back over to the table and grabs the camera unaware that it is still rolling.
Slade Castle: Happy?
Sarah nods and turns her attention back to her notepad.
Slade makes his way out to a black car which he then stuffs Serrano into. Before closing the trunk, he throws the camera on top of him as well. While we can’t see what is happening, we can hear as Slade makes his way to the front of the car and gets in just before it starts and begins to take off. We are left with nothing but the muffled sound of some hard rock and metal music occasionally being accompanied by what can only assumably be Serrano's flatulence.
Right after Fallout XVIII (off camera)
Slade is walking backstage when he notices Julius is sitting alone in the corner of one of the locker rooms. Julius is holding his head, presumably in pain from the match they had just been a part of. This was Slade’s first assumption but from closer inspection however, something was off. Julius appeared to be muttering to himself under his breath.
Slade Castle: Hey, I know we aren’t on the best of terms but we’re still partners. Whatever your goin’ through, get your shit together. I just got news of what we’re doin next week.
Julius turns back to Slade and begins to retort in normal Julius fashion.
Julius Fairweather: Don’t worry about me, motherfucker. Worry about your damn…
Just as Julius was about to finish, something was different. Slade began to notice that his whole demeanor had changed from what he had previously known. For the first time, Julius was smiling at his unwanted partner.
Julius Fairweather: self… If we are to obliterate those pests next week then we should both be prepared to smother them like the rodents they are!
Slade Castle: What the hell? You alright my man?
Julius releases a boisterous laugh then looks back to Slade with gleeful violence in his eyes.
Julius Fairweather: Never better, Slade! Besides, I should be the one asking you! You always seem to enjoy choking the life from your opponents when I see you in the ring. I can see it in your eyes. Why you would question me seems very out of character and if I might add, very unbecoming of you.
Slade nods, playing along with this demented side of Julius.
Slade Castle: Right… well, I’m not exactly worried about the match or our opponents but… just be ready for anything.
Julius Fairweather: Oh, I’m more than ready. Brutalizing pitiful whimpering dogs with you has always been a secret desire of mine, Mr. Street Fighter.
Slade Castle: Right, well I’ll catch you around Fairweather…
Julius’s smile immediately dissipates as the name Fairweather leaves Slade’s lips.
Julius Foulweather: I’ll let it pass this once, but from now on I’d prefer if you call me by my chosen name. Julius… Foulweather.
A shiver goes down Slade’s spine as the ice from Julius’s words reach him.
Slade Castle: Right. See you around… Foulweather…
Slade takes his leave, confused by what he had just seen. As he walks away he can only wonder to himself.
Slade Castle: Who the hell was that?
A few days later in Slade’s safehouse
Slade is sitting alone in one of the rooms of his safehouse, throwing darts at pictures of the various roster members on Fallout excluding True Society. The only exception being one picture of Billy Bennet who has two darts sticking out of her eyes. Multiple roster members have barely been touched whereas a few are nearly unrecognizable. Earl Boyde - One or two, nothing vital. Jason Long - Very little of the picture remains. Elena - A single hole in the center of the head. Savannah - a much larger hole in the center of the head.
Slade Castle: What the hell was up with that…
Slade is quietly mumbling to himself while he reflects on his last few appearances on Fallout. His head has been distant from Project: Honor to say the least. He has lost more than he cares to admit. This mysterious figure has been most of what he can think about as of late.
Slade Castle: What happened to you Fairweather?
Slade continues to think aloud when he hears a knock on his warehouse door. Slade is startled as this place is meant to be unknown to anyone other than Jerry. Slade grabs the glock on the dresser next to him and checks to make sure it’s loaded before making his way upstairs. Slade comes up to the door and looks through a crack in one of the boarded up windows to see it is a woman in a white suit holding a white briefcase. Slade, far more confused, approaches the door and cracks it open holding the gun just out of view.
Slade Castle: Who the fuck are you?
Woman in White: Relax Mister Castle, I’m not here to hurt you. I only wish to gather some information.
Slade Castle: Yeah, well whatever knowledge it is you're looking to gain I suggest you look elsewhere. I don’t have anything to give.
The woman smiles and steps in the way of the door as Slade begins to close it. Slade stops before crushing her foot and opens the door the rest of the way, now blatantly presenting his gun.
Slade Castle: I also suggest you don’t try that again. Now I don’t care…
The woman interrupts Slade as he begins his tirade, not allowing him to snowball out of control.
Woman in White: You can put the firearm down Mister Castle, I come with an offer. We know you are in close contact with Julius, yes? I assume you noticed his shifted attitude as well. Well if you agree to help us we may be able to help you.
Slade pauses, unsure if he can trust the woman. He can tell she already knows more about him than she is letting on.
Slade Castle: And just how do you think you can help me, huh? What do I have to gain?
The woman smirks.
Woman in White: I understand you’ve been searching for a man. A man you know nothing about. Only that he has a vested interest in you. Ring any bells?
Slade glares at the woman. His hands begin to shake when he suddenly raises the gun to the woman's head.
Slade Castle: Okay, who the fuck are you?
The woman remains calm and reaches into a pocket of her suit. Slade jumps a bit, but she pauses reassuring him she means no harm. She pulls a blank white business card out with a phone number printed on one side.
Woman in White: Just consider giving us a call if you're serious about finding your mystery man. We feel this could be a mutually beneficial deal.
Slade looks down at the white card and stares at the number. It seems strangely familiar but also like something he shouldn’t know. When he looks back up the woman is already gone. Slade closes the door and looks down to the note once again.
Slade Castle: So you do exist, huh? Well it looks like I finally got my ticket to finding you.
Slade walks back into his hideout to continue reflecting on his recent losses.
Back to Serrano’s camera
The car comes to a stop and rests for a moment, letting the song that was playing end before the car is turned off. The light assaults the camera as Slade opens the trunk. Slade heaves Serrano back onto his shoulder and grabs the camera to bring both inside what appears to be an abandoned warehouse. Slade carries Serrano around to a side entrance which he opens with a rusted key. The padlock falls to the ground.
Slade Castle: Fuck… Whatever, I’ll get it later.
Slade makes his way inside where he takes a stairway to the basement where the walls and floors are all cement. The camera can’t pick up very much. It’s very dimly lit until he reaches the back room where he has a furnished kitchen. Slade sets the camera down on a corner counter where it can conveniently see everything happening in the room. Slade ties Serrano to a chair, each wrist to an armrest, and sits in a chair across from him. Serrano's head tilts back as Serrano begins to drool, still unconscious. Slade lightly slaps his captive, trying to wake him. Serrano continues to sleep to his dismay.
Slade Castle: Are you fuckin kidding me…
Slade stands up and unleashes a slap so hard the camera shakes. As Serrano’s chair begins to fall over, the Wrestling Chef finally begins to stir.
Serrano: …ugh… oh… it’s gonna burn… the poppers!!!
Serrano makes a solid thud as he hits the ground. Slade sits back down and looks at the toppled man.
Serrano: Oof, I’m gonna feel that in the morning… hey… wait… this isn’t my kitchen? Where am I? Oh…
Just as he realizes who is across from him, Slade picks up Serrano’s chair so that the two men may once again sit face to face.
Serrano: Wait a minute, weren't we in the therapist's office? What happened? No, you punched me! That was uncalled for man…
Slade Castle: Shut your damn mouth, Serrano. The only time I want you to open it is when I’m telling you to, got it?
Serrano nods in acknowledgement.
Slade Castle: Good. Now I want to know just why in the hell you were talking to the doc. Why are you going so far to dig up info on me? You working with him?
Serrano: Him? You mean Percy? Of course I’m… Ouch!
Slade kicks Serrano’s shin, interrupting the loose lipped man.
Slade Castle: Not Percival you dumb mother fucker. Him! Have you been working with him?!
Serrano looks around confused, not sure what to say or even if he should speak.
Serrano: You mean Larry… Ouch~! Stop that, it hurts man!
Slade kicks him in the shin again, now getting annoyed as he’s not getting the information he’s looking for.
Slade Castle: NO! NOT GODDAMN LARRY! HIM?!
Serrano: I don’t know who this ‘him’ is… I was just going to see a therapist my cousin recommended to me. You see, I have a lot of issues and… OW~OW~OW~OW~OW!
Slade now has a hold of one of Serrano's fingers, bending it much farther back than it was intended.
Slade Castle: I swear to god, I will snap this off if you say another word.
Slade looks around the room looking for something. He walks over to the kitchen drawers and begins to open them up. As he shuffles through them, he finds a hammer, and some metal chopsticks. Serrano begins to go from confused and scared to excited.
Serano: Oh! Are we gonna have some Asian Crab? That’s one of my favorites!
Slade Castle: Shut the fuck up!
Slade walks back over to Serrano.
Slade Castle: We ain’t eating shit till I know why you were at my fucking therapist. You see, when I was in the field we didn’t always have time for the sick fucks we were dealing with to just spill information. While it was never officially authorized… I found my own methods.
Slade holds one of the metal chopsticks to Serrano's knee. Initially Serrano is confused but his confusion quickly becomes terror as he see’s Slade lift the hammer above his head.
Slade Castle: You get one last chance… are you working with him?!
Serrano begins to cry, having given up on trying to convince Slade.
Serrano: I don’t know who that is man, c’mon please! Don’t do this! I just wanted to talk about my issues!
Slade begins to bring the hammer down, not happy with the answer. He hesitates. Something about Serrano's words are able to reach Slade before he could finish applying his devilish methods. Slade drops the hammer.
Slade Castle: I… I’m sorry Serrano. You just caught me at a bad time.
??: Bad time indeed. I was hoping to see you finish. What a shame.
Slade Castle: What in the…
Slade turns around when he is greeted by the sight of Julius Foulweather in the doorway of the kitchen. The shock causes him to release the hammer in his hand and it falls directly onto Serrano's toe. Serrano bites his lip trying to not attract more attention to himself.
Julius Foulweather: You seem surprised to see me, Slade? We are partners, aren’t we? Of course I know where your secret lair is. How could I not? Now then, shall I continue where you left off?
A wicked smile crosses Julius’s face as he begins to approach the two.
